Born to my aunt,standing like a grown up ladyYou are a lotus carrying ageyou were catching flies when did u come to wear a gownYou r an eclipse to moon,when did you become a full moonIf you are silent whom shall i ask now

Sparrow which sleeps in a riverside tree,banyan treeleaf and in a raintree branchWhos this lady who is bursting and standing amidst the side breezeThe face which jumps and fightsMy own relation does not go anywhere and the passingwater is never a salty water.

F

Without bearing my uncle,the pot is not cooking riceand i have become like a thread.Even when the door made noise i came running to see youAll alone side by the river bed i shouted your nameAll alone near the rail track i shouted your nameAfter that trian moving forward and after much time i shed tearsYou are my pearl(uncle) dont leave me and go and ifthis one life goes away,it does not come back.

M

Lady(wearing saree)are you fine...gold are u goodIs the small feet on the rock is fineAre the flowers(which u touched)fine,are theflowers(which u did not touch)fineAre the paired trees in the garden fineIs Uncle fine...are the fishes in the pond fineIs the Verandah which grew u and me is fineYou r this uncles girl and i havent seen u fordays(relating that its time for marriage)

Translated and posted to Y! Group by Manikandan Gangadhar on Jul 10, 2007

Another Translation:

You who was born to my athai* and have blossomed in to woman* Your father sister is Athai for u and in many traditions athais daughter is the desired match for a guyYou carry the sweetness of your youth in lovely pavadi ( skirt )

When did u grow up to be such beautiful women for I fondly remember you as kid playing to catch grasshoppers?When did u bloom in to a full moon from the crescent you were?If silence is your answer for all my queries what else do I do?

(aaththangara) - > The trees by the bank of the river ; the leaves from the "arsamaram" ; the branches from the "ala-maram" ; the pretty parrot that sleeps in that tree , look at her …..

By the bunds in the farming field, there she stands like fully bloomed cotton.She who picks silly fights with me, is this the same girl who has blessed the thavani ( half saree ) by adorning it.

Our relationship will stand the test of time, like flowing river water which is never salty.Watch out of the wind instruments / key board interlude at this junction it will remind you of other rahman songs! :)Mamame (My dearest) I yearned and starved (literally and emotionally) for you and your sightEven when the situations and omens were against me, I came running to see your lovely face.

I went calling for you by the banks of the river ,I went calling for you by the Train*** that went past by ,The river flew, the train went past by, time passedAnd my eyes were filled with tears longing for you.My dearest please don't leave meFor if you do, my life would leave me too.*** The visual and imaginative comparison of a train leaving a small village is a much exploited theme in tamizh movies to symbolize separation.(aaththangara)Hey you with the lovely dress ; are you fine ?Is your lovely feet fine?How are things back home?Are the flowers in your garden fine? (the actual meaning of thottapoo ellaam sogandhaanaa thodaadha poovum sogandhaanaa is very tricky to write * wink * wink)Are the trees in the garden fine ?Are you parents doing fine ?Are our childhood memories fine ?It has been so long since I last laid my eyes on you and I am back now and it is time for us to tie the knot in the eternal bond of marriage.